He always didn't like people to disturb him when he was working, but he didn't drive Xiao Zi away.

His work is so busy that he doesn't even have time to drink water.

Meng Shen was combing through the contract, and Xiao Zi glanced at him in a daze.

After so many years of separation, he is no longer the same as his previous teenagers.

Thirty-year-old Meng Shen and twenty-year-old Xiao 11 are naturally very different.

Meng Shen took charge of the Qiao family alone and helped Qiao Sinian carry the burden, which can be regarded as a responsibility of the Meng family to the Qiao family.

During this period, phone calls kept coming in, and Meng Shen was very busy.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Xiao Zi didn't want to go.

"No, you don't understand anything."

"......" Xiao Zi choked back by his words, picked up the handbag on the sofa, and stood up, "Then I'll go, Xiao 11 said that he would take me to play cards with my friends today." ”

"Stop."

Xiao Zi's figure was stunned.

"Send this document to the office of Mr. Zhang of the Public Relations Department, and send this document to the secretariat of Vientiane Media, as well as these dinners, you call the person in charge, and you can't go." Meng Shen flipped out a stack of documents and contact information and handed them to Xiao Zi.

"Meng Shen, you have nothing to do!"

"Aren't you trying to help?"

"You're intentional!"

"Take it." Meng Shen still maintained the posture of handing over the documents.

Xiao Zi took the folder from his hand indignantly and gave him an annoyed look.

He handed her the car keys again: "Drive my car, be careful on the road." ”

Xiao Zi took his car keys and left in his high heels.

As soon as she left, Meng Shen continued to deal with the work.

On the coffee table were also the egg tarts and egg yolk crisps she had brought with her in the morning, which she said she had bought on the side of the road.

Xiao Zi drove Meng Shen's car to deliver documents, and she was doing things under the banner of Meng Shen's secretary.

Secretary?

Fuck the secretary, she's not his little mi.

Leaving Vientiane, Xiao Zi parked Cayenne on the side of the road and took out a box of cigarettes from the car.

She forgot to bring a cigarette, which happened to be on Meng Shen's car.

He smoked a strong cigarette, and she couldn't stand it a little when she took a puff, but she still finished it.

The smoke swirled in the car, and she didn't know if it was because the smoke was too choking or what, Xiao Zi's eyes were moist, she coughed a few times, grabbed the steering wheel, and her knuckles turned white.

She didn't wear heavy makeup today, but her face was extremely pale.

There was a breath of pressure at the mouth of the heart, heavy as a stone.

She didn't have a craving for cigarettes, but when she finished a cigarette, she lit another one.

Since when did you smoke? Oh, and from that year...... Tobacco and alcohol are all stained, and the depravity is so complete that it is like falling from heaven to hell, with only endless darkness.

"Meng Shen, it's better for you to die." Xiao Zi suddenly scolded.

scolded and scolded, and a layer of hazy mist rose under his eyes.

Tears filled the eyes.

She took another puff of her cigarette, which was so strong that she kept coughing when she was done.

In the cramped interior of the car, only her smoke was left, endlessly.

All around, it's quiet.

She didn't know how long it took for her to snuff out the cigarette butt, toss his cigarette into the storage compartment, and drove away from the side of the road.

After delivering the documents, she didn't care how many calls Meng Shen made to her, she went to the bar by herself.

Without finding anyone to accompany her, she opened a bottle of wine by herself and drank it silently.

Drunk and golden, the lights are gorgeous.

The rich aroma of wine lingered all around, and she drank glass after glass.

When she was finished, she took off her coat and rolled up the sleeves of her sweater.